from To Hear a War from Far Away

from To Hear a War from Far Away by Rosalie Moffett I saw the smallish Mona Lisa, its weird background and knowledgeof fingerbones gleaned from corpses.Some around me grumbled, nonplussedby mimesis as they raised their camerasto the first illusions of depth. I had...

It’s Sunday

It’s Sunday by Rodrigo Toscano She wants to shut it all out, the violence The arrogance of rulers, that screeching Never ending rattle of empty words. She wants to run—run, run, purposefully Towards a verdant valley of happy souls Or to some demon lover by...

Charms

Charms by Rodrigo Toscano It’s a charmed life—when your pets are healthy Charm knocked on a charmed door, looking for charm When children on your street are running free Charm was greeted by charm, and welcomed in When old people are well taken care of Charm was...

Ceasefires

Ceasefires by Rodrigo Toscano We thought the Grand Canyon was paradiseOr not “paradise”, but filled with wonderUntil the ceasefires, every single one—We gasped, mouths open, at a loss for words.Yellowstone and the Costa Maya suckedCompared to the ceasefires, every...

Ground Work

Ground Work by Robert Lunday In the round penmy mare orbits our mind. The god of our circle holdsboth ends of the long slack line: what thundering arcs we areinside each other! I let go the rope to seeher thrusting speed the earth. Robert Lunday is the author of the...

Bottle

Bottle by Robert Lunday I waited so long for you             the bottle drained itself.The night and early morning             drank all the wine             but still you never came.I’ve left the empty bottle on the table             so it will fill again. Robert...